Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.